Put that one down on the big list of things I never thought I’d find myself saying. But then, I never expected to find myself battling vicious guard Gouda in the hideout of the Fromagier either. Sure, I knew that he existed in a vague sort of way, but until you’ve nearly been KO’d by a giant wheel of Wensleydale, it’s hard to take someone seriously when their power is listed as “fromaginesis.” I threw myself to the ground as the Fromagier hurled a handful of Cheddar stars my way. Three of them clipped me anyway. Fortunately, the Armex reinforcements in my uniform blocked two. The remaining star grazed the lighter Invulycra over my left bicep, leaving a long shallow cut that bled wildly. It was nothing my healing powers couldn’t handle, and the red vanished beneath a web of gray goo within a matter of seconds, but I played dead until he turned his focus back to Foxman. Then I started creeping toward the side wall and the stairs that led to a catwalk overhead. The Fromagier was really out of my league, but I figured if I could drop stuff on him from above I might have some chance of taking him out.
